Sebring (Unfinished Heroes #5)(93)
Her entire bottom half started trembling.
“Who do you belong to?” he pushed, still stroking her.
She strained her ass up farther.
He gave her what she was asking for and again paddled it.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fuck yes.
“Who do you belong to?”
Nothing.
He swatted her.
She slid her hand up, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
No, she didn’t play fair and he f*cking loved it.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
She stroked him.
He gritted his teeth and spanked her. And again. And again.
She twisted her head around in his hold, lifting her eyes to his.
“You, Nicky, I belong to you.”
“Cock, Liv, now,” he grunted, letting her neck go.
She twisted at the waist instantly. Keeping her ass in the air, she swallowed his cock whole.
Fuck.
Yeah.
He growled before dropping the paddle and sucked his thumb into his mouth. He shifted it to her hole, pressing the pad in.
She whispered, “Please, Nicky,” against the head of his dick.
He f*cked her ass as he watched her suck him off.
Right before he would come in her mouth, he slid his thumb out and ordered gruffly, “Up, baby. Face the headboard, hold on and give me your *.”
She wasted no time, slid him out and positioned.
He wrapped an arm around her belly, took hold of his cock and positioned the head.
“Who do you belong to, Livvie?” he whispered in her ear.
She twisted her neck and caught his eyes.
Hers were shining green so bright and burning, he felt branded.
No.
Not felt.
He just was.
“You,” she moaned, and his hand was forced from between him as she drove down and started f*cking herself hard.
Magnificent.
He took over.
She arched her back and let him.
Even better.
Grunting, whimpering and groaning, they f*cked, they did it hard, Nick took her there and then Olivia took Nick there.
She was cleaned up, the lights out and he was drifting to sleep when his woman murmured against the skin of his chest.
“Do you, um…have a crop?”
He grinned through the dark at the ceiling.
He’d been wrong.
She was not the woman of his dreams.
She was the woman beyond even a dream.
“I so own you,” he muttered back.
“Whatever,” she returned, sounding disgruntled but doing it snuggling closer.
“Tie you too,” he declared.
She made a noncommittal noise but her body pressed closer to him.
“Blindfold,” he went on.
“Whatever,” she repeated with added emphasis.
“Gag as well. Plug your ass. Go all out.”
Liv shifted against him. “Whatever, Nicky. Now shut up.”
“You just came hard for me after I paddled your ass then f*cked it and you’re getting turned on just talking about getting more,” he pointed out.
She lifted her head and snapped, “Shut up, Nicky.”
He aimed a hand and cupped her face.
“You gotta know, baby, you own me too.”
She melted into him again, pressing her cheek to his palm.
He leaned to her, touching his mouth to hers.
“Now go to sleep,” he ordered when he was done.
She bent in, brushed her mouth along his jaw and then settled back into him.
Liv snuggled close.
Nick held her as she did.
And they fell asleep.
*
9:25 – Sunday Night
They were belted into the plane, prepared for landing, and Olivia had fallen to the side, her head on his shoulder. Their forearms were up on the armrest and they were holding hands.
“Can we do that again?” Nick heard her ask.
He turned his head and kissed the top of hers.
“Yeah,” he answered and shared, “Take you to the mountains, maybe next month.”
“That’d be nice,” she murmured, tightening her fingers in his hand.
He didn’t reply, just watched the flight attendant going about her business.
“I wanna be safe.”
He again turned his head, this time to look down at her as she lifted hers from his shoulder and looked up at him.
“I wanna be free,” she went on.
“I’ll get you there,” he promised.
“No, I mean, I…it’s…” She shook her head but kept at it. “It’s not your job. I need to sort it out. I don’t know how I’m gonna manage that…the last time I tried to leave the family, it didn’t go too well—”
Nick cut her off, “Babe, it is my job.”
Her gaze grew confused. “It’s my life, Nick.”
“Not anymore.”
She continued to look confused with the addition of mildly annoyed. “So now that you’ve decided where we’re heading, my life is yours?”
She’d had enough of her life being anyone’s.
But she was sort of right.
“No,” he answered. “Now that we’re on the same page about where we’re heading, that future is ours. It’s not just you anymore, Liv. And it’s not just me. It’s us. That future, our future, is about the both of us. I want you to be safe and free and have your own life, but if I’m not wrong, we’re both agreed that life is gonna have me in it. If that’s the case, it’s my job to look out for you. There’ll be times and ways you’ll look out for me. But now, with this, with what happened the last time you tried, I want you safe while I pull it off. So this time, it’s my turn.”